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It’s the second day of the work week, friends. And you know what that means.

Happy Lollipop Tuesday!

It is solely because I have created this monster of a blog that when asked if I wanted to join a friend last week for a 5K the day before the event, I said yes and immediately registered.

Allow me to repeat myself. Without any hesitation whatsoever, I immediately registered for a 5K when propositioned.

This has gotten out of hand. Really.

Now before all you actual runners go all nutso on me (I know you’re out there, judging my form), let me throw out the disclaimer here: I speed walked it. It wasn’t as if I had completed the Couch to 5K or anything. Give me a break. Even just speed walking was enough to give me shin splints the next day thankyouverymuch.

I think the real test was when the forecast got real dreary. I remember being at the copy machine on Friday and someone hitting me up for small talk (shudder) asking me what I was doing this past weekend. Since I basically black out for those moments, it wasn’t until I showed up to the start line that I remembered her mentioning something about a big storm.

There’s nothing that tests my fortitude quite like a cold, wet 3.2 miles in shorts.

I’m not much of a preparer when it comes to these things. In fact, I considered titling this post “Packing for a 5K: A Retrospective” – but let’s face it, I’m of absolutely zero authority on the subject. All I know is it was cold, wet, and I was the only one without a rain slicker.

My friend’s fiancé showed up in khakis, for which I promptly mocked him. He retaliated that they were tan denim jeans but it was a pretty weak rebuttle, you know, given that they were still pants. He swiftly made an ass of me by running past me around the 1 mile mark. …On his way back.

Maybe next time I’ll wear jeans.

But in all sincerity, it was super cool to show up and get a number. It made me feel all official. Plus, it was for a good cause, which added an extra dose of awesome. Surprisingly enough, 5Ks aren’t nearly as scary as I thought they were (a common theme I’m finding in my Lollipop posts). I do, however, think they would be just a bit better with someone beside me with a boom box on his shoulder blasting Eye of the Tiger.

In fact, I started thinking the Couch to 5K might be a great new adventure in suckery after I finish this P90X madness.

does someone need a P90X pep talk? hmm? hmmmmmm?
it’s almost summer & don’t you wanna be in a bikini lookin all hot? [picture the cameron diaz photo right…NOW!] i’m up to spin class 3 times a week and pilates twice a week because i cannot stand the thought of another summer wrapped in a muu-muu to try to hide my batwings and saddlebags [my two best friends these days unfortunately. man i need new friends].

take it from me since i am waaaaayyyyy older than you. do it now because once you hit 40, fat gets sooooooooooooo much harder to get rid of.

there now see? don’t you wanna just hop right outta bed tomorrow morning and get back to that P90X routine? hmm? hmmmmmmmmm? 😉

*for the record, i don’t really own a muu-muu. it’s just a fun word to say.

Oh man, you’re totally right, Kristen. In fact, I went for a run this morning solely because of this comment – no joke. I think that P90X is a little too demanding of my time and body. It’s impossible to be home at 5:30, blog for an hour, do P90X for an hour and a half, take a shower, and get ANYTHING done. So I’m not sure I can keep up with the 6 days a week thing – but going for a run or lifting weights or doing yoga seems like a breeze now. And so much less demanding. And if that’s what I got out of doing it for 2 weeks, then it’s still a win I guess. Thank you so much for this comment – I don’t want to be gross this summer! I’m too young to be afraid of a swimsuit 🙂

Sam’s argument about why he doesn’t think the khakis are a big deal is that he doesn’t believe that wearing athletic pants would improve his performance any and that he would feel like a poser for wearing athletic pants because he’s not a “real” athlete like many of the other people there. My argument to him for why he should just wear athletic pants was that I could wear embarrassingly low cut and revealing clothing around his parents and it wouldn’t change my personality any, but it sure would make him uncomfortable. Though my analogy was a bit exaggerated, it made him understand my reasoning for asking him to *not* wear khakis to run.